“Like that?” I ask, letting my lips flutter against him as my hand pumps.
“Yes, fuck. Delilah, you could blow on my dick and it would feel good. The fact it’syouis enough to make it amazing.”
“What if I did this?” I ask before I suck him deep into my mouth, taking him as far as I can manage.
His hands fly to my hair, pushing it off to the side and gathering it up. I can feel his thighs tense underneath me, like he’s holding back as I pull back and take him further this time. I know I said I wanted the control but the thought of him taking control and owning my mouth has me moaning around his cock as it bumps the back of my throat.
The hand Cruz has my hair wrapped around tightens. “I can’t decide if I want to watch you swallow down every last drop of my cum or bend you over the arm of that couch and fuck you from behind.”
I suck harder, his filthy words spurring me on. I want both of those things, but this isn’t about me.
“Fuck, Hermosa. I’m close.” He gives my hair a gentle tug, but I shake him off. Twisting my hand at the base as I bring him deep, hollowing my cheeks.
Cruz stifles a groan as his body tenses and his cock pulses against my tongue before he spills down my throat.
“You did so good.” His voice is raw as I release him from my mouth. My pulse beats wildly against my eardrums. Never once has giving a guy head made me so needy. He tucks himself into his pants as he pulls me off the floor and into his lap.
“We should get back before anyone comes looking for us,” I tell him as he hugs me against his chest, his heart still thundering under my ear. It’s the last thing I want to do, but it’s going to be obvious if we don’t get back soon.
His lips move against my neck. “And let you walk around all night with wet panties and that ache between your legs? I don’t think so.”
It doesn’t sound fun when he says it like that. We haven’t been gone that long. A few more minutes won’t hurt . . . right?
Cruz makes the decision easy when he cups me through my shorts and whispers into my ear. “Stand up and hang on to the back of the couch.”
Yes, sir.
Moving from his lap, I stand to do just that. Cruz follows me to the couch, crowding me from behind as his hand comes around to work the button on my bottoms free. “You’re going to need to be very quiet. If you can’t do that, I won’t let you come.”
I nod eagerly. I’d bite my tongue off right now if it meant he would touch me. When he works the zipper down and snakes his hand into my underwear, I shudder. Cruz bites down on my shoulder lightly.
“Just fucking drenched. Having me in your mouth did this?”
It really fucking did.
“God, yes. I love your cock.” He circles my clit with his finger before he withdraws and pushes my shorts down, leaving them around my ankles. His hand glides up my thigh and over my hip before he pushes down between my shoulder blades.
Leaning over my back and letting his hand drop to my hip before his other hand slides up the inside of my leg. Just the brush of his hand has me biting back a cry. I suck my teeth to keep quiet as he dips one and then two fingers inside me. Being on my knees for him has me so close already, each touch from him taking me higher.
My hips push back, forcing him in further as his grip on my hip tightens, keeping me from being able to ride his fingers the way I want to.
“So impatient. You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” A whimper slips free and Cruz stills behind me. “Shhh, I would really hate to stop now when we are just getting started.”
I drop my head to where my hands grip the couch as my back bows when Cruz adds a third finger. “You’re gripping me so tight with this needy pussy. It makes me wonder what it would be like if I slid a finger into this hot little hole?” His thumb slides up, putting just enough pressuretherethat I can feel it. “Fuck, you like that. Has anyone ever touched you here?”
I look over my shoulder at him, my eyes half open from all the lust coursing through my body, and shake my head. “You’d be the first.”
“Fuck, you don’t know how much I love that.” When his fingers leave me, I almost cry out, but he doesn’t go far. They slide up, coating me with my release. He repeats the movement again. My grip on the back of the couch is so tight that there will probably be permanent marks from my nails digging in. “Say the word and I stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” My knees nearly buckle when his fingers slide back inside my pussy. The way my heart is thumping against my ribs from anticipating what he’s going to do next, it might actually burst. He runs his thumb along my seam, coating it before it slides back up and massages my tight bud.
“So fucking tight, you need to relax. Rub your clit for me.”
Cruz takes advantage of the rush of pleasure that surges through me while my fingers work over the bundle of nerves, sliding his thumb inside me. I groan into the crook of my arm at the unfamiliar sensation.
“I can’t wait to take this ass. That’s it, squeeze me. Show me how much you like that idea.”
“Yes,” I huff out as my spine tingles, building my release up block by block, getting closer to tipping with every caress. Cruz pushes his thumb in further until I am pushing back against him, riding his fingers as I make tight circles over my clit. I didn’t even know it was possible to feel this full. It only makes me want more. More of him, more of this—of everything.
